Home...well, home for the next six days.
Only to return a year later for six more days.
Home isn't simply where you live, but where your soul is most drawn to.
The place where your breath slows and the feeling of peace envelopes you.
"Are you afraid of spiders?"
"Are you afraid of the dark?"
"Guys, I just saw a mouse!"
"Not this year too!"
"Quick someone grab the broom...open the door!"
"Wait, where did it go?"
We rise to the sun, to the call of birds. Hues of green light retracting off of the dust in the air. The calmness of the moment paralyzes your body and electrifies your scences. For a second you're a part of that moment, but the question is inevitable: to stay floating in this bliss, or to come back to earth. Someone else awakens and the moment is over. The days blend with the nights. Just as crisp as a breeze and for a split second it's there and then it's gone in a whirlwind. The lake kisses the sand as the sun decends from the sky. The sounds of horses and laughter blends to cicadas and spring peepers. Almost as effortlessly does the mosquito extract blood from your vein does the purple haze of night seduce you into sleep. The thought of tomorrow morning floats just out of reach to grasp.
The dawn of the last day slowly approa...